The Select Poetical WorksPhillips & Sampson, 1848 - 406 oldal |
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30. oldal
... praise ? Unstrung , untouched , the harp must stand , No minstrel dare the theme awake ; Guilt would benumb his palsied hand , His harp in shuddering chords would break . No lyre of fame , no hallowed verse , Shall sound his glories ...
... praise ? Unstrung , untouched , the harp must stand , No minstrel dare the theme awake ; Guilt would benumb his palsied hand , His harp in shuddering chords would break . No lyre of fame , no hallowed verse , Shall sound his glories ...
47. oldal
... praises , But envy in the other raises : Then he who tells thee of thy beauty , Believe me , only does his duty : Ah ! fly not from the candid youth ; It is not flattery , ' tis truth . ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY , COUSIN TO.
... praises , But envy in the other raises : Then he who tells thee of thy beauty , Believe me , only does his duty : Ah ! fly not from the candid youth ; It is not flattery , ' tis truth . ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY , COUSIN TO.
50. oldal
... praise ; But all our dramatis personæ wait In fond suspense this crisis of our fate . No venal views our progress can retard , Your generous An Occasional Prologue: delivered previous to the per- formance of "The Wheel of Fortune" at a ...
... praise ; But all our dramatis personæ wait In fond suspense this crisis of our fate . No venal views our progress can retard , Your generous An Occasional Prologue: delivered previous to the per- formance of "The Wheel of Fortune" at a ...
57. oldal
... praise - encumbered stone , My epitaph shall be my name alone ; If that with honor fail to crown my clay , Oh may no other fame my deeds repay ! That , only that , shall single out the spot ; By that remembered , or with that forgot ...
... praise - encumbered stone , My epitaph shall be my name alone ; If that with honor fail to crown my clay , Oh may no other fame my deeds repay ! That , only that , shall single out the spot ; By that remembered , or with that forgot ...
93. oldal
... praise ; In gallant youth , my fainting hopes revive , And Ilion's wonted glories still survive . " Then in his warm embrace the boys he pressed , And , quivering , strained them to his aged breast ; With tears the burning cheek of each ...
... praise ; In gallant youth , my fainting hopes revive , And Ilion's wonted glories still survive . " Then in his warm embrace the boys he pressed , And , quivering , strained them to his aged breast ; With tears the burning cheek of each ...
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318. oldal - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
214. oldal - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
319. oldal - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...
192. oldal - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel „ While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
320. oldal - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own.
265. oldal - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
332. oldal - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
240. oldal - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
320. oldal - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells: In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.
214. oldal - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...